Sometimes I have this great desire to write – to describe something beautiful that I wish to remember. But when I think about it, I get discouraged and choose to look at it only rather than trying to put it into words, for I feel inside me that no words I could ever use would do what I am seeing justice. Its beauty is beyond words. How can you write about a sunset or a sunrise and expect it to be accurate? You could use the best words in your description and it would still not sound as beautiful as it really is. Why write about something when my words would not truly describe what I wish them to, and when they would instead deceive people, leading them to believe that its beauty was at a certain level, when really it is far above?
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